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Who: dropof_light and OPEN!
When: Saturday, around 6:00
Where: All throughout Cabin C in Gamma Quadrant
Rating: PG, just to be safe
Summary: Aerith throws a dinner party!
Aerith bent and checked one more time on the lasagna - she knew it wasn't going to be any more done than it had been thirty seconds ago, but that didn't stop her from worrying. This had to be perfect. Closing the oven door, she pulled off the oven mitt and picked up the salad, carrying it to the kitchen table, next to the trivet where the lasagna would go when it was done.
She walked out to the living room, making sure that the fruit plate and meat and cheese plate hadn't grown legs and scampered off while she hadn't been paying attention, and that the cooler of soda and water was still in the corner of the porch. Everything was as it should be, and she sighed, then glanced in the mirror. Her hair was loose, if a little frazzled, and her brightly-printed strapless dress had, so far, made it without being stained.
Gods, she was nervous. It wasn't like she hadn't thrown parties before - but, as Leon had so helpfully pointed out, ovens had a tendency to misbehave when she tried to use them. Shaking her head, and making a note to punch him later, Aerith was about to go back into the kitchen to check on the lasagna again when she heard a knock. Her face lit up, and she ran to the door, opening it to greet her guest.
[ooc: So the log will be split into various areas - feel free to have your characters tag in wherever! It's eatin' time!]
When: Saturday, around 6:00
Where: All throughout Cabin C in Gamma Quadrant
Rating: PG, just to be safe
Summary: Aerith throws a dinner party!
Aerith bent and checked one more time on the lasagna - she knew it wasn't going to be any more done than it had been thirty seconds ago, but that didn't stop her from worrying. This had to be perfect. Closing the oven door, she pulled off the oven mitt and picked up the salad, carrying it to the kitchen table, next to the trivet where the lasagna would go when it was done.
She walked out to the living room, making sure that the fruit plate and meat and cheese plate hadn't grown legs and scampered off while she hadn't been paying attention, and that the cooler of soda and water was still in the corner of the porch. Everything was as it should be, and she sighed, then glanced in the mirror. Her hair was loose, if a little frazzled, and her brightly-printed strapless dress had, so far, made it without being stained.
Gods, she was nervous. It wasn't like she hadn't thrown parties before - but, as Leon had so helpfully pointed out, ovens had a tendency to misbehave when she tried to use them. Shaking her head, and making a note to punch him later, Aerith was about to go back into the kitchen to check on the lasagna again when she heard a knock. Her face lit up, and she ran to the door, opening it to greet her guest.
[ooc: So the log will be split into various areas - feel free to have your characters tag in wherever! It's eatin' time!]